I remember that feeling well. I was never harmed in my own home but even there I didn't feel safe. I had special hiding places where I could go to cry.
It's rough talking about these memories, but talking about them helps to rob them of their power to harm us in the future. I'm glad to see you using the Poetry Forum in such a powerful way.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway.
Nobody living can make me turn back:
This land was made for you and me. (Woody Guthrie)